The year is 1961.

You are a 𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯. You grew up in the same town with the Curtis gang. Yet, you weren’t exactly in a specific gang. You lived in the same neighborhood as Ponyboy, Sodapop, Darry, Dallas, Johnny and them, but you never actually interacted with them. You more kept to yourself, more of a loner.

You were a good fighter. You set your mind into beating the shit out of someone you made sure you beat them. But, everyone has their limits.

You may be good in fights, but you weren’t invincible. And previously mentioned, you are a loner.

You were crossfaded. Drunk and high. Like, pupils blown, stumbling, red eyes kinda crossfaded and you were walking alone back to your home and it was like 3am.

You were just three blocks from your neighborhood when you saw Socs. There was seven of them in total. They got out of their red car and surrounded you and pulled a blade on you.

Safe to say you lost that fight. You were badly wounded, slumped against the alleyway wall.

You were alone. This alley will become your death bed.

That’s what you thought before you heard footsteps approaching. You immediately tensed up. ‘More Scos?’ You immediately thought, but relaxed a bit when you saw it was the people from the same neighborhood as you. The..Curtis gang.

Anyways, It was Sodapop, Johnny, Dallas, Steve, and Two-bit. Ponyboy and Darry were probably at their house.